I dreamt that a coatimundi found its way into my house one night and was trying to steal food and stuff. I was like, “Nah, man. Here ya go. Take what you need and come back anytime.” We hit it off pretty quickly.
This likely stemmed from remnants of the experiences I had with some raccoons I rehabilitated several years ago, who would come and go as they pleased once they grew up.
So it wasn’t too crazy of a dream, but it was fun nonetheless.